As for the woman, she was clad in a long white linen smock, and over
it a short gown of dark blue woollen, and she had skin shoes on her
feet.
Now the man came up to Face-of-god, and took his hand and said: 'I
deemed thee a foe, and I may not have over-many foes alive: but it
seems that thou art to be a friend, and that is well and better; so
herewith I handsel thee self-doom in the matter of the onslaught.'
Then Face-of-god laughed and said: 'The doom is soon given forth;
against the tumble on the grass I set the clout on the head; there is
nought left over to pay to any man's son.'
Said the scarlet-clad man: 'Belike by thine eyes thou art a true
man, and wilt not bewray me. Now is there no foeman here, but rather
maybe a friend both now and in time to come.' Therewith he cast his
arms about Face-of-god and kissed him. But Face-of-god turned about
to the woman and said: 'Is the peace wholly made?'
She shook her head and said soberly: 'Nay, thou art too fair for a
woman to kiss.'
He flushed red, as his wont was when a woman praised him; yet was his
heart full of pleasure and well-liking.
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